“You got this!” I enforced on myself as I rammed my cain almost through the pavement waiting for the car to pass and I could cross the road of freedom.
With all this in mind, it hurts. I'm hurting. I feel I failed. I feel I've lost a some parts that I could have won. I know these are "just" human doubts, but still, let me share my thoughts.
I pushed myself up from my wheelchair and climbed into the hospital bed, immediately reaching for my journal next to my pillow. As I started writing, tears wet the paper I was writing on...
4 years ago I witnessed death in my arms and saw what fighting for your last breathe of air really was like. I had been on a dive with my girlfriend and we went too deep for too long. Too irresponsible. After an emergency ascent I saw her bloodshot eyes, her pale face and her blue lips as she was gasping for air.